Kira Hamasaki P.O.V.
''You sure it'll work?'' I asked as I shot a skeptical look at the powerhouse : Rakuzan's Basketball squad. '' You'll never know if you don't try Ki-Chan'' Reo Mibuchi answered as his beautiful long eyelashes battered like a humming bird. ''YEAH YEAH Reo is right! Akashi would never decline such a cute and kindhearted girl. If he doesn't want you, YOU CAN HAVE ME!'' The orange snagged-tooth Hayama Kotaro agreed gleefully to what Reo said with his long right arm wrapped tightly around my neck pulling me closer to his masculine stature. I squinted my eyes and twitched my lips slightly giving him my best bitch face. ''Or Never... hehe... Akashi will never reject you and of course you... don't... need to have... me''Kotaro stuttered. Like a Cat, his movements were agile and swift , like a lightning bolt his right arm were already detached around my neck and was nowhere in sight. '' If you don't try it, is as good as nothing. No worries Ki-Chan, Sei-Chan sees you differently from the other girls. Never in my life have I seen Sei-chan flustered in front of someone like you'' Reo assured me with a warm smile. ''Eh? flustered in front of someone like me? ''I flashed him a questionable look with my words sending Reo into a panic mode ''uh- I mean... Class is starting...Gambatte Ki-chan!'' He pat my shoulders as he scooted off to his class. '' Why is Reo-nee and kotaro acting weird? Am I a creepy weirdo in Akashi's heart? Maybe they are just being nice by sugar coating me? it must be! ARGHH !!! BAKASHI! WHY MUST FALL FOR YOU?!?'' I subconsciously exclaimed the last sentence with my hands waved frantically in the middle of the school hallway. The elites of the Rakuzan empire shot me a startled look and then I realized what I did! OMG! I felt as though my face was deep into a pot of hot creamy tomato soup. Dear Kira Hamasaki, You offically embarrassed yourself in front of the elites. YOU ARE A MAJOR DISGRACE! It was totally embarrassing! I lowered my head immediately as if like a peacock looking for a hole to bury in. I scooted to my class as fast as my two legs could carry me.
At the entrance of class 2-A , I continued to hang my head low as I trudged towards my black polished ornamented seat ( damn Rakuzan is stupid rich). I hooked my purple metallic new look backpack onto the side of my pitiful black glossy desk that served me for 7 hours of classes every weekdays. *P.s (everyone in rakuzan is filthy rich! I used my godamn hard earn money from the part-time job I had back when I was in LA to get a decent enough backpack!). I slouched my body against the ever so pitiful table as i used my left arm as a pillow to let my head rest on it. damn! I thought : Why is it so hard to be an elite? If only my Japanese doesn't suck balls I could just attend any Japanese high school. Why is Rakuzan High the only school that their English is on a higher caliber than any of the other schools? Alright it's my fault! I should have not come back to Japan! Wait but if I don't come back, then I would not have fall in love with Mr red haired captain. Thinking of him just makes me so jittery and nervous and butterflies in my stomach! Oh gosh they are all synonyms! ''If you don't try it, it is as good as nothing'' Reo-nee's words has been circling in my mind like a helicopter for the past 15 minutes and is still ongoing. Should I give a shot? I mean even if he rejects it wouldn't be that harsh right? I mean he is such a bae... i mean gentlemen. Being his friend... is already a huge blessing for me if .AHH SOU! Now that I remembered he does treat me differently from other girls. HE FREAKING TREATS ME AS HIS ON CALL 24/7 PERSONAL MAID! THAT BASTARD! why do i even like him?
* Flashback*
Sensei : we have a new student who just transferred from LA. Kira Hamasaki des
me : Hello! What's up? How are you? I'm Kira Hamasaki from LA. I'm sorry if my Japanese is horrible despite being having a Japanese father. Yo..ru..shku oneigaishimas...su ( giving an awkward smile)
Sensei ( whispering to me) : Don't forget to bow
me : oh... right yeah got it! (... And of course I bowed awkwardly. Woah culture gap game strong)
